Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.